Wild swans

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The girl is mute

The nettle stings and bites

The prince is handsome,

gloomy,

lusty,

stubborn

 

The labour is immense

And chance to win is slight

But we are patient –

 in the cave and garden

 

We‘ve chosen not to get

 But gracefully to be

 I am your swan

 You are my silent seamstress

 

Whatever I receive

It’s shorter by a sleeve

And whatever I hide

 My dream and death are sisters

 

 

 

 

◄ Between the lines

Sunny treacle ►

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 26th Jun 2010 12:19

Wrong fairytale. Sorry; I should have checked. I did remember the story vaguely, and got it mixed. I loved those stories as a kid, and still do. Funny that I recalled the 'half sleeve' so clearly.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 25th Jun 2010 17:01

Really good, Olga. Not sure where it's going, or where it went, but there is an essence. The different voices are challenging from third person to first person. And the 'almost rape' scenario to 'the swan Prince' of fairytale fame. The 'half a sleeve' is very poignant as always.

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Andy N

Fri 25th Jun 2010 08:23

this is very nice, Olga.. Again I really enjoyed it..

I think you may have missed out a 'But' at the beginning of the last stanza.

The reference to Prince I think is lovely however and broke down beauitfully...

Keep em coming!!! xx

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